I wish someone had fought for you….

We don’t talk about your dyslexia.

We don’t talk about the fact that no one helped you.

We don’t talk about the fact that you were a part of the generations of children that were never identified.

We don’t talk about the fact that no one understood you.

We don’t talk about the fact that you were relentlessly teased as being “stupid” by everyone around you.

We don’t talk about the fact that you responded to being teased with your fists.

We don’t talk about the fact that your rage was self destructive but makes complete sense.

We don’t talk about the drinking.

We don’t talk about the drugs.

We don’t talk about the time you spent in prison.

If only someone had identified your dyslexia.

If only someone had understood.

If only someone had taught you how to read, write, spell, all of it.

You would have known that you weren’t stupid.

Knowing what education was and is, your life still wouldn’t have been easy, but at least it would have been on YOUR TERMS, instead of being dismissed as stupid and a behavior problem.

You’ve forged a life because of your talent, but your ghosts and gremlins always whisper in your ears.

It’s so easy for you to allow your self destructive ways to take over.

It’s so easy for you to let your life implode.

I don’t think you are aware just how wonderful of a human being you are.

I don’t think you are aware just how big your heart is.

I don’t think you are aware just how selfless you truly are, how much you care about everyone around you.

I think you are aware that you are loved, but you do not believe the extent to which you are loved.

The pain you live with is tangible to those who love you.

The scars you carry show through your eyes and your smile.

We wait patiently for you to want to talk, but we know you never will, and that’s ok.

You were dealt a tragic hand because you are dyslexic and no one has ever once tried to help you.

Somehow you survived when the odds were against you, but you are wounded to the core of who you are.

I wish I could turn back time and tell the little version of you how wonderful you truly are.

I wish I could have fought for you as I’ve fought for my own child.

No, it’s not been all rainbows and unicorns for him, and he’s wounded too, but not to the profound extent you are.

I pray for you all of the time.

I pray you find healing and peace.

If you’re ever ready, we are here.

And, if you’re not, we are still here for you.

We see you.

We value you.

We love you.

Always.

xoxo